Under the cover of night, deep within the Black House Mountain Range, a convoy of carriages and ox carts traveled through the night along the official road toward Jinzhou.
This group appeared to be nothing more than a merchant caravan.
Yet seated within several of the carriages were all members of the Myriad Poison Sect.
Wan Qingqing, Wei An, and Wei He's parents and eldest sister were all there.
Besides them, Wan Ling was among them as well. Disguised as an ordinary escort leader, she stayed hidden beside the caravan's cargo wagons, cautiously surveying the surroundings and guarding against danger.
The caravan bore the name Jin He Ji, the signboard of a rather large trading firm in Jinzhou.
This was also a contingency Wei He had arranged long ago. The true owner behind Jin He Ji was Wei He himself.
The Jin of Jinzhou, and the He that sounded like the he in lotus pouch.
Inside the carriage at that moment.
The elderly couple Wei Tang and Li Cui did not know the full situation, yet they still worried that something had happened in Myriad Poison City.
Wan Qingqing kept softly comforting them from the side.
Wei An obediently played with a rattle-drum nearby, quiet as could be.
"Traveling in the middle of the night... When will Little He come over with us?" Wei Tang asked softly.
"He will be here soon. My husband is handling the follow-up arrangements for transporting supplies. If trouble breaks out and causes chaos, it will be far more troublesome for him to pull everything together afterward. Time waits for no one; we must deal with the urgent matter first," Wan Qingqing comforted him gently.
"That's right, Father. Little He isn't the Little He he used to be. With such a huge Myriad Poison City,